He squints at her, scrutinizing, and lowers the piece of shrimp he was about to eat. "Which choice to make? Meaning if you crunched the numbers long enough and got an answer you thought was acceptable, you could actually go through with it and delete an entire race?"

Because, if so, whoa. Still waters and all that.

"Yeah, it's a real blast. Every day I wake up and thank God for my nice blunt chompers."